Psalms 41
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity, will Yahweh deliver him:
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 Yahweh, will preserve him and keep him alive, And he shall be pronounced happy in the land, Do not then give him up at the desire of his enemies!
Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN paa Ulykkens Dag;
3 Yahweh, will sustain him upon the bed of sickness, All his couch, hast thou transformed in his disease.
HERREN vogter ham, holder ham i Live, det gaar ham vel i Landet, han giver ham ikke i Fjendevold.
4 I, said—O Yahweh, show me favour, heal thou my soul, for I have sinned against thee:
Paa Sottesengen staar HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.
5 Mine enemies, speak ill of me, When will he die, and his name perish?
Saa siger jeg da: Vær mig naadig, HERRE, helbred min Sjæl, jeg har syndet mod dig!
6 And, if he have come to see me, Falsehood, doth he speak, His own heart, gathereth iniquity to itself, he goeth forth, abroad he telleth it.
Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: »Hvornaar mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?«
7 Together—against me, do all who hate me whisper among themselves, Against me, devise they hurt for me.
Kommer en i Besøg, saa fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler paa ondt, og saa gaar han bort og taler derom.
8 An infliction of the Abandoned One hath been fixed upon him, and, now that he hath lien down, he will not again rise.
Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det gaar mig ilde:
9 Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, —hath magnified his heel against me!
»En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der — kommer aldrig op!«
10 But, thou, O Yahweh, show me favour and raise me up, That I may repay them.
Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede paa, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.
11 Hereby, do I know that thou delightest in me, In that mine enemy shall not raise a shout over me.
Men du, o HERRE, vær mig naadig og rejs mig, saa jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.
12 But, as for me, In my blamelessness, hast thou held me fast, And hast caused me to stand before thee unto times age-abiding.
Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.
13 Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, From the age that is past, even unto the age yet to come: Amen and Amen!
Du holder mig oppe i Kraft af min Uskyld, lader mig staa for dit Aasyn til evig Tid. Lovet være HERREN, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og til Evighed, Amen, Amen!
